All photos courtesy of Barny Mo.
Yes, we camped in the great outdoors again. That’s twice in 30 days and we have another adventure on the calendar for July. It’s almost time to start filming a reality wilderness show. Two days before our departure time my throat started getting hot and scratchy. Not good. Echinacea became my new best friend. I figured I could be sick at home with no one to take care of me or sick in the woods with my family and friends. Last time we camped at Lake Pleasant I was by myself with the kids for three full days before Rick showed up. I would not have done that with a hot and scratchy throat. But alas, Rickey was coming on the SAME day as me, albeit, nine hours later than the boys and I.
It’s the first time EVER that I went to bed in my tent wearing my wool socks and flannel jammies before the mandatory campground quiet time commenced. Sadly for my non-camping times, but happily for camping moments, my air mattress is more comfortable than my bed at home. Earplugs were inserted and a blissful night was had in the fresh creek-side air. Mornings come early outside and breakfast was consumed by 7:00 am. By 7:30 am I was headed back to the tent for nap #1. Nap #2 was after lunch. Despite my throat, continual sneezing and nose blowing, we did have a relaxing time.
Wet Beaver Creek was recently stocked with 9-12 inch rainbow trout… that were delicious! The boys fished and fished… caught trout and crawdads… rode their bikes… hiked….. gathered fire wood…. swam…laughed and laughed…. and ate. Then they did it all over again for two more days after that!
Austin invented an ingenious way to keep the soles of his water shoes from bunching up at his toes. Duct tape is the BEST!
One of my favorite moments of the trip was when all the kids climbed into the back of a truck for a quick trip up the creek for a better swimming hole.
But Keeve was asked if he wanted to ride in the trailer behind the truck all by himself….. not knowing that the trailer had been unhooked from the truck. The look on his face was priceless when the truck pulled away and there he sat with all of us cracking up. He took it like a sport and laughed with us. Good times.
More tomorrow with my report for the National Camping Association on Chuck, the Nazi camp host.
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